Farmer Bob

Farmer Bob goes out one day and buys a brand new stud rooster for his chicken coop. The cocky young rooster walks over to the old rooster and says, “Ok, old fella, time to retire.” The old rooster says, “You can’t handle all these chickens. Look at what it did to me!” The young rooster replies, “Now, don’t give me a hassle about this old man. It’s time for the old to step aside and the young to take over — so take a hike!”

The old rooster says, “Aw, c’mon, just let me have those two old hens over there in the corner. I won’t bother you.” The young rooster snarls, “Scram! Beat it! You’re washed up! I’m taking over!” The old rooster thinks for a minute and then says to the young rooster, “I’ll tell you what, young fellow, I’ll have a race around the farmhouse with you. Whoever wins the race gets full domain over the chicken coop.” The young rooster smiles, “You know I’m going to beat you, old man. So just to be fair, I’m even going to give you a head start.”

The two roosters line up in back of the farmhouse. A hen clucks “Go!” and the old rooster takes off running. About 5 seconds later the young rooster takes off after him. They round the front of the farmhouse and the young rooster is only inches behind the old rooster and gaining fast. Farmer Bob, sitting on the porch, hearing the commotion, looks up and sees what’s going on. Quickly, he grabs his shotgun and BOOM! The young rooster is blown to smithereens! Farmer Bob sadly shakes his head in disgust: “Damnit! That makes the third gay rooster I bought this week.”